The Presidents Of The United States Of America (PUSA) - Lump (collection) - Lyrics

Chris Ballew, Dave Dederer and Jason Finn.

Lump

Lump sat alone in a boggy marsh
Totally motionless except for her heart
Mud flowed up into Lump's pyjammas
She totally confused all the passing piranhas
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump lingered last in line for brains,
And the ones she got were sorta rotten and insane
Small thing's so sad that birds could land
Is Lump fast asleep or rockin' out with the band
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Lump was limp and lonely and needed a shove
Lump slipped on a kiss and tumbled into love
She spent her twenties between the sheets
Life limped along at subsonic speeds
She's Lump, she's Lump
She's in my head
She's Lump, she's Lump, she's Lump
She might be dead
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head, I think so
Is this Lump out of my head...

Video Killed the Radio Star

I heard you on my wireless back in '52
Lying awake intent on tuning in on you
If I was young it didn't stop you coming through
oh-a-oh

They took the credit for your second symphony
Rewritten by machines on new technology
And now I understand the supernova scene
oh-a-oh
You met your children
oh-a-oh
What did you tell them

Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Whoa!

And now we meet in an abandoned studio
You hear the playback and it seems so long ago
And you remember, the jingles used to go,
oh-a-oh
You were the first one
oh-a-oh
You were the last one

Video killed the radio star
video killed the radio star

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
too far!

Allright!

Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star

In my mind and in my car, we can't rewind we've gone too far
Pictures came and broke your heart
S puts all the blame on VCR

You are, the radio star
You are the radio star

Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed the radio star
Video killed that radio star yes it did.

Japan

Big shiny jet plane in the sky
Please drop us off as we fly by
We're an American band

And everything is rocking' out of control
When we hit Japan

Faxes from the viewers on TV
Kareoke hokey-pokey on the screen
I Dig my toes into the Pacific sand

And everything is rocking' out of control
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan

Add 20 tons of Sushi-loving' fun
(Yum yum)
The guinea line will thank you one by one
(Arigato)
Please come out to see us when we land

And everything is rocking' out of control
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan
When we hit Japan

Kick Out the Jams

Well I've been elected to rock your asses 'till midnight
Well this is my term and I've shaved off my perm, but it's alright
I solemnly swear to uphold the constitution
Got a rock 'n' roll problem, well we got the solution
Just let me be who I am, and let me kick out the jams, yeah
Let me kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out
Well, I've been selected to orbit the planet in a rocket (in a rocket)
I'm goin' to Mars, I got a message for the poodle in your pocket
(In your pocket)
Well, Mission Control, callin' supernova, the hotline's rockin',
You can come on over, and let us be who we am,
And let us kick out the jams, yeah
Kick out the jams, we done kicked'em out

Tiki God

Hey!
Had a girl and she did me wrong
I didn't let that kinda shit go on too long
Split the clouds and divided the sea
Showed that evil girl how nasty the tiki god could be
She didn't call no more nor bother me
My little tiki god made sure I'd live in peace
One day I read they found a body in the river
Tiki God, Whoa, you make me shake, you make me shiver, all right
I got a Tiki God... saves me... I got a Tiki God
Yeah!
Bobby Brady found the idol in the rubble
Had no idea it would cause so much trouble
When Greg tried to throw it back in the ocean
There was a rumble, an awful commotion
Don't ask me how, but the tiki found Bobby
He thought the idol was some Hawaiian hobby
Turned out the god was mean and vicious
Didn't respond to Bobby's three wishes, no no
He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
So when you're caught up in an evil plot
Your life's in danger and you can hear the shot
Your head is spinning and your fading fast
How long do you think this kinda fun can last
Your luck will change with a simple motion
I found my idol in a bottle in the ocean
He splits the clouds and divides the sea
And shows those evil guys how nasty those tiki gods can be, all right
He had a Tiki God... saves him... He had a Tiki God
Yeah
Yeah
All right

Back Porch

Happy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation
Slurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation
Kitty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation
Rockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that...
Meeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that...
Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa
(Chris and Dave's part sung at the same time) - Improvised
Chris:
I'm sittin' on the back porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin in my
rockin'chair, just sittin' there.
On the little back porch it's about to fall apart
So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it
Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string
No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug
Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their
favorite songs
And kickin back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full of the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful, everything's great
And I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and
I'm slurpin' everything through a straw
Dave:
I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding through
a straw
And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm
body fluid goin' down,
Little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their instruments, feelin'
good about Themselves,
singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little
old chair
But I'm an old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Mach 5

I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah
I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah
I bring the hammer down
A tiny crushin sound
And I'm in the yard
Smashing match box cars
An itty bitty crash
And my machine is trash
But I'm blastin past
With chickie on the dash
Chickie on the gas
Go chickie
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah
I will survive in my mach 5
In my mach 5, I will survive
Yeah, Yeah
The firecracker blow
An urge overload
The wild plastic fire
Smoke from the tire
Layin' a little patch
Without a single scratch
Between the hammer and the rock I
Can see bright blue mach 5
It's my mach 5
Oh
Oh my goodness
It's the most beautiful little thing I've ever seen in my life
It's blue on the outside and all creamy on the interior
Yeah
I can't bring myself to smash it
So I take it for a ride on a sunny summer Sunday afternoon
I'm riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Riding with the top down
Hell I blew the top right of my car
I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5, I will...
I will survive in my Mach 5
In my Mach 5
Yeah, I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go
I wanna go

Cleveland Rocks

(hey)
3, 4
3, 4
3, 4
3, 4

All this energy calling' me
Back where it comes from
It's such a crude attitude
It's back where it belongs